#oh wait this is my poll maybe I do make the rules

[thequeenofsastiel]

Sorry you can only pick one I don't make the rules

[razorblade180]

Streamer AU 6

Number 5 <-

Weiss:*rolls into view*….I’ve returned.

Yang:The bitch is back.

Weiss:Wow! Okay, rude. It’s not like I really left. I was in your streams all the time. I just don’t feel like doing my own after missions.

Yang:And yet somehow you still have more subscribers than me.

Photo Bunny gifted 30 subs

Weiss:Oh my gods! Velvet, thank you so much!

Yang:And the rich get richer!!!

Weiss:She says, knowing I’m not rich anymore.

Yang:And yet the money still pours in. Chat, make her play a horror game for being gone for so long.

“Yes!”

“PLEASE!”

“Alien Isolation.”

Weiss:Absolutely not. We have plans already. I’m just waiting for my co-host.

Yang:What am I then?

Weiss:A person who saw me hit the “live” button and immediately hopped into call to call me a bitch.

Yang:It’s in all in good love.

The Reaper: “Ayo! Look who’s back!”

Yang:Ruby, call Weiss a bitch.

Weiss:I’ll un-mod you. I’ve learned to do that recently.

Ruby: *enters call* Oh gods, chat, she’s learning computers. Tech savvy Weiss is dangerous. Who taught her such power?

Weiss:Your girlfriend.

Ruby:Oh, sorry chat. My girl can do no wrong.

Protector of Friendship: “💚”

Ruby:What’s the gameplan today? “Just chatting?” We can play Uno again.

Weiss:You hate teamwork. I swear you do.

Yang:Sends us on a life threatening mission where trust is needed, just to ruin it a day later.

Thunder Thighs: “How was mission? Everyone okay?”

Weiss:It was just bandits. Lots and lots of them. Unfortunately they ruined a village so most of the expenses went to rebuilding the town.

Yang:Chat, this woman is only on camera right now because her power bill is scaring her. This cute face has a price tag.

Weiss:Hey! I actually missed gaming. It’s oddly relaxing when I don’t listen to Ruby’s suggestions. Or Blake’s.

Ninja of Love: “League actually isn’t that bad.”

Ruby:That’s what I’m saaaaaying!

Yang:Don’t listen to them. They’re ill and can’t be cured.

Weiss:*looks at scroll*…Oh, I’ll be right back. Yang, you’re in charge. *gets up*

Ruby:Why not me?

Weiss:Because Yang doesn’t play League!

Ruby:You two lack vision. The four of us could be our own team! We could grab a few more friends and train for tournaments.

Ren: *enters call* Ruby, you are way too toxic for that. *leaves call*

Yang:Hahahahaha!

Ruby:You can’t just show up to say that!?

Weiss walks back into view rolling a second chair next to her. She’s then handed a coffee cup she gladly sips as she sits back down, all nice and cozy. Sitting next to her is Jaune, chilling in her merch hoodie as he waves.

Jaune:Hello…

“Whaaaat?”

“Oh it’s the guy.”

“Hi Jaaaaaaune!”

“Nerd alert”

“Co-host?”

Yang:I can’t believe you chose the other blonde over me. How cruel. What does he have I don’t?

Jaune:*holds up Kingdom Hearts*

Ninjas of Love: “FINALLY!”

Yang:..I would’ve bought it.

Ruby:Alright, maybe you chose better than Uno.

Weiss:Okay everyone, you can guess tonight’s game. It’s not like it hasn’t won several polls.

Ruby:Oh! Oh! Weiss, sub goal idea! 80 subs and you have to do a cover of the opening!

Weiss:I haven’t even heard it yet!

Jaune:You might like it more than the song from FFX.

Weiss:….

Yang:She’s setting you up for success.

Weiss:…We will circle back to that. Speaking of FFX, same rules apply. I don’t need back-seating from chat. My wonderful co-host here will help manage the stream and aid me with anything I ask.

Blake: *enters call* Jaune, what version is that?

Jaune:It’s from the 1.5 collection, so final mix. Post the patch.

Blake:You’re a good man.

Weiss:Do you want the camera on you or is that uncomfortable?

Jaune:I’m okay. This setup is nice.

Ruby:Questions like these wouldn’t be an issue if you got a VTube model. Penny could hook you up.

Weiss:I only recently learned how to fix normal PC problems. Don’t put that burden on me.

Yang:What does OBS stand for?

Weiss:I saved your life yesterday. What’s your damage with me?

Big Bags & Miniguns: “Is this the mystery boyfriend we’ve been searching for?”

Weiss:Cocoa, you’ve known Jaune forever. He’s always been around as a mod.

Thunder Thighs: “That wasn’t a no.”

Jaune:I literally showed my copy of the game. You all know why I’m here.

Cardinal Pride: “As if she’d date someone as lame as-

Message Deleted

Photo Bunny: “Please remember the chat guidelines before typing”

Ruby:I would’ve blocked him.

Weiss:He gets one more chance. I’m in a good mood.

Jaune:That’s the Kingdom Hearts spirit. *puts disc in*

Weiss:This won’t make me cry like Final Fantasy did, will it?

Blake:Oh….sweetie….

Weiss:*inhales* Great.

Yang:I already made a crude layout for the singing goal. I swear graphic designers should be thankful I like cars and fighting Grimm more.

Jaune:Don’t have any lower goals?

Weiss:I’m 20 away from having to cosplay a character from a game I’ve played. They also get to vote on an emote.

BB&MG: “How many subs for a boyfriend reveal?”

Weiss:…*rubs chin*

Ruby:You’re thinking about it!?

Weiss:I mean I’d have to talk it over with him to see if he’s comfortable with others knowing, but also that goal has to be high enough for Cocoa to be scared.

Jaune:….This game isn’t terribly long, and you have new followers. Personally I’d shoot for no less than 300.

The Monkey King: “Bleed her dry. 350”

BB&MG: “I thought we were friends Sun?”

Weiss:350 it is! After I discuss it of course.

“You’re on!”

“You underestimate our power!”

“I swear if it’s Neptune.”

“Just wait until payday!”

Yang:Like I said, the rich get richer.

[kirbybecomesastarwarrior]

Once again I thank you all so much for supporting me during the Kirby OC Tournament. Especially all my followers & mutual who humored me with all the poll reblog stuff.

As promised the lore. (And I've been cooking this turkey for a while and it's ready to come out of the oven.)

Fair Warning contains spoilers... I will not be explaining all the details of what happening. This is incredibly vague & via musical... so I won't spoil that much (since this does take place during the final arc... Void Termina Saga). The events that are being shown do not happen exactly how they are portrayed, however the essence of what's happening is the same.

Morgan shall be singing "Last Midnight from Into the Woods,"

Spoiler warning, (More drawn content is contained below)

(OH NO WHAT'S HAPPENING TO KIRBY...Sorry, I can't explain it just yet... Nor why Meta Knight's mask is broken in half... maybe he got into a fight or something, hold the phone I thought Galacta was trapped in insanity... what happened... Sorry if I tell anything of that it'll spoil the good stuff)

Dame Morgan: It's the Last Midnight

So in summary: After they refuse to hand Kirby over, Morgan reveals there's a traitor in their midst... Fumu is the reason why Kirby is in the state he is in (Fumu is currently regretting her life choices). Leaving Meta & Gala shocked, and scared to death at Kirby's current state, while Kirby is sad, and betrayed again...~

And Morgan just having herself a time, living her best life~

In the KBASW series, she tricks three major characters:

Namely: Queen Ripple, Hyness, and Fumu/Tiff. (the most devastating one she tricks)

Dame Morgan is basically a mixture of: "The Witch" from Into the Woods, Morgan from (Merlin's 2008 TV series), Eris from Sinbad (she has the voice of Eris), and the Joker from Batman.

Morgan represents the opposite of Celestine... (via Morgan vs. Merlyn wizard rivalry) The Anti-Celestine so to speak~

The one person she hates more than Arthur is Merlyn/Celestine.

Celestine sees magic as a tool, not a solution or the answer to your problem... promoting true self-improvement comes from within. For there will always be...: another bridge to cross, another monster to slay, another woods to go into. The only way to ever truly be prepared in this world is to learn from each other... and to be kind to one another & share the experience. If you cheat your way throw life will just get harder and move with you... Being better and leading a good example will inspire others to be better along with you.

The change starts within, with us...

While Dame Morgan:

Life is unfair, you play by their rules, you follow the system, sacrifice everything to fit the mold, and yet you can still be cheated out of what you deserve...

And you're telling me I should just "hang in there," "hold on", "it's gonna be okay eventually keep smiling".... nah? Let's stop "pretending to be good", everybody is just in it for themselves so... if you do that you're just a fool waiting to be tricked.

Why not live just for yourself... why not cheat back... why not be the bad guy? That's why her theme is "Stella Jang(스텔라장) _ Villain(빌런)

Morgan represents the easy way out, a quick fix... to blame someone else...an escape. How did she obtain this dark magic... The Jamba Heart...Granting everyone's selfish desires... the reason why everyone falls for it is because she has the charisma to make the offer far too tempting and to pass it up, no.

And guess who was her first customer... Hyness~

The biggest change I probably did the to mix anime & game lore. (Kirby Star Allies) In KBASW AU... Morgan the one who convinced Hyness the Jamba Heart was what he needed to restore his clan. It's the reason she's able to stay hidden for a long while...Allowing the negative to naturally corrupt him and use him as a figurehead...

Despite giving him the Jamaba Heart... she did not tell him exactly how to break the seal on Termina... (Whoops she must have forgotten, how clumsy of her...) Purposely having him fail~

However, the secret to this lies with... FUMU!? Due to the reincarnation of the first ruler of Dreamland... she holds the key to unsealing & controlling Void Termina... She throws them to the wrong person. She's very much tricked into thinking she's helping "Kirby," but... yeah this happens instead.

And of course, there's always a price... though once you do realize you've been bamboozled, she'll remind you that she gave you a choice... Ultimately making you realize it's your own fault at the end of the day. Very much rubbing your head in the mess you've made for yourself. (which is exactly what she's doing to Tiff/Fumu right now.)

In summary, she pretty much invites you to be your worst self; she's the villain but deliciously so! :3

[heartsandstars46]

First Christmas

Bf tasm!Peter x fem reader

Reader is stuck spending the holiday with her family, until Peter comes along and creates a special place for their first Christmas.

Some angst (family drama/pressure, feelings of unworthiness and loneliness, parents being disappointing) + fluffy comfort from Peter 🩷

Word count: 1.2k

(Thank you to everyone who voted! 🩷 All of the poll choices ended up in this one lol.)

If you’d been allowed to choose, you would have stayed in the city and spent Christmas with Peter. It was, after all, your first Christmas dating. Instead, due to the unwritten rule that everyone needs to be miserable during the holidays, you were with your family. They didn’t even know Peter existed, and normally, you were fine with that. Once you moved into the city, you felt less and less inclined to open your life up to them.

But you were second-guessing that decision now that you were alone in your childhood bedroom on Christmas Eve. Peter wasn’t answering your texts, which wasn’t exactly unusual for 11:30 at night. He had planned to visit Aunt May and now was probably out saving someone’s life, or at least their holiday. You wished he would come and save you. You felt claustrophobic standing in this time capsule devoted to the girl you used to be, when you’d had no choice but to live in the shadow of your sisters.

You stretched out on your old twin bed and felt tears slipping down your cheeks. Maybe you’d get lucky and cry yourself to sleep. Then, all you’d have to do was get through Christmas and you could go back into the city… back to Peter. 

Your bed started buzzing and your heart leapt. You fumbled your phone out of your pocket.

“Oh, thank god!”

Peter was laughing on the other end of the phone. “Hi.” But his voice kind of echoed….

You crawled out of bed and rushed to the window, and there he was. You flung open the window and practically yanked him inside. 

“Oh my god, am I happy to see you!” You said, throwing your arms around him.

“I would have been here sooner, but I wanted to wait for Aunt May to go to bed. Hey, whoa, what’s wrong? Are you okay?”

You hugged him tight and pressed your cheek against his chest. “So much better now. Wait, so you were planning on showing up here this whole time?”

“That was my hope. One of the perks of the web shooters, baby,” he said, firing an imaginary web at you, like a dork. “Knowing you can get anywhere at any time. Not having to worry about train schedules and taxis and doorbells and unhappy parents who don’t want you showing up looking for their daughter at 11:30 at night.” He smiled. “The web shooters are really revolutionary. I mean, forget apprehending criminals and all that, they just make sneaking into your girlfriend’s room so much easier.” He grinned down at you, you giggled up at him.

“I have never loved dating a science nerd more than at this very moment.”

“Aww!” He kissed your forehead. “So what’s wrong? What happened?”

You sighed. “Nothing, really. Nothing I shouldn’t have seen coming. I’ll just never be as brilliant as my sister the doctor, or as accomplished as my other sister, the professor and mom. ‘When are you going to stop working at that little newspaper and get a real job, honey? You’re so full of potential.’ Oh wait, I’m sorry, ‘were.’ She said, ‘You ‘were’ so full of potential.’” You looked at Peter and then flung yourself on the bed. “That’s my mom—always the best leading actress in a drama.”

Then you bolted upright. “I’m sorry, wow, that was really insensitive. At least I have my parents, like, my god.“ 

Peter sat down next to you, and you touched his cheek apologetically.

“Yeah, but what good is having your parents if they talk shit about you?” Peter shook his head angrily. “So don’t be sorry. I never really considered that my parents would actively tear me down. I was too young to know that was a possibility when they left. They just loved me. Until they didn’t.”

You squeezed his hand. “I know when this has come up before, we’ve talked about them leaving to protect you, and that being a form of love.”

He sighed. “Yeah, I know.”

You looked him in the eye. “But fuck that. They missed out on knowing their amazing, kind, genius of a son, and that is their loss. They are worse off for it.”

He smiled and kissed your hand. “Well, I don’t know what your mom’s deal is, but I know that her daughter is brilliant and gorgeous and funny, and that my life has only gotten better since the day she walked into that ‘little’ newspaper office.”

Your heart did a little flip. “Oh, here.” You scooted over to almost the edge of the bed so he would have room to lie down too.

“Thank you. Tight squeeze, huh? So this is your childhood bedroom?”

“It sure is.”

He looked around and took in the various academic certificates, trophies, and medals. “You’ve got a lot of hardware in here, girl!”

You smiled sadly. “Yeah. It’s amazing what awards can do when you have no self-esteem on your own.” You snuggled up to him and he held you, intermittently kissing the top of your head. “I wish I had a secret hiding place we could go to, to get away from all this stuff, but we’ll never fit in my tiny closet.”

Peter stared at the ceiling, and a smile began to form on his lips. “How would you feel about a canopy?”

“A canopy?”

“Yeah. Can I try something?”

“Sure, go right ahead.”

He squinted at the ceiling above your bed like he was doing equations in his mind, and then he began firing webs until he’d created a web canopy over your bed.  You laughed in amazement and delight.

“Is that okay?”

“It’s the second best Christmas present I’ve gotten—after you showing up here, of course.” You rolled over so you could kiss him, and you lay your head on his chest. “This is the Christmas I wanted,” you whispered. “Just you and me. And, bonus, a protective shield to keep everyone else out!”

Peter laughed. “Well, good. So you gave your parents the Christmas they wanted by coming home, and now you get the Christmas you wanted.”

You sighed. “I can’t wait till the whole holiday gets to be ‘the Christmas I wanted.’”

“We’ll get there.”

“We will?”

“Well, yeah. I’ll make sure of it.” He smiled and kissed you. 

The grandfather clock in your living room started chiming, and you jumped slightly in Peter’s arms. 

“Yikes, I don’t miss that old thing!” You said. “But, on the plus side, it’s officially our first Christmas now.”

You shared several kisses, then Peter asked, “Heyyy, your family doesn’t get up at like 6 AM to open gifts, do they?”

“No, but I can’t make any promises about my niece and nephew.”

“Hmm. Well, even so, I could still stay here for a few hours, if you want.”

You smiled, pulling back the covers so you could both shimmy under them. “I would love that.”

You rolled onto your side, now facing away from Peter, and he wrapped his arms around you and nestled into your back. You loved being held by him so protectively, especially under your secret canopy. The fact that you didn’t have to be someone else or do anything special to become worthy of his love was a year-round gift.

The next morning, you had a hazy memory of being kissed and then rolling over onto Peter’s empty but warm side of the bed. You couldn’t wait to get back into the city that night and jump into his arms again.

[lantanasmuttyfanfics]

Can we get a c.a cupid x blondie lockes fic?

This turned a bit angsty and I might be exposing my own insecurities a little but with this one but hey it’s not like I’ll ever meet anyone on here in real life

Anyway I’ll be posting the Dizzie fic as soon as the poll results come in next week so keep that in mind

Hope you enjoyed and have a great dayy!!

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“Of course I’m a royal! My mum is a queen in her own right!” Apple blinked at Blondie as the girl animatedly looked at the princess.

“Right…. so like what kingdom does she rule?” Blondie felt panic rise inside her as Apple cocked her head to the side, staring at her in wonder.

“Oh you know… the one with the forest and umm the animals.” The silence that passed between them could be cut with a knife from the tension.

Blondie wished for nothing more than the ground to swallow her whole. Who was she fooling? Why would Apple White of all people actually believe that the village her mother ruled over was a kingdom.

It was at times like this that she regretted opening her mouth and saying anything at all. But yet she craved for that validation and attention.

From across the hall Cupid watched in second hand embarrassment as neither girls looked at each other, standing in silence as if waiting for something to happen.

She could hear snippets of their conversation earlier and as she did she sighed heavily. Why couldn’t Blondie she her true value?

Why did it matter if she was a royal or not? It all just a fancy title to Cupid. She couldn’t understand why it brought significance. Maybe she could ask Cleo De Nile when she got back to monster high in a few days.

For now, she had to do something to break that tension.

“Blondie!”

Both girls whipped around as Cupid ran up to them, a bright smile on her face as she wrapped her arm around Blondies shoulders.

“Oh Cupid! Great to see you!” Apple rocked on her heels as she looked around for an escape. Thankfully Cupid provided the just right one as she started to pull Blondie away.

“I hope you won’t mind if I steal Blondie for a sec. I need some… mirrorcast advice.”

“Oh no! Take her she’s all yours!”

Apple gracefully ran off without a second thought leaving the two girls to sigh in relief. “That was painful to watch.”

Blondie groaned into her hands as she started to walk away. “Don’t mention it!” Cupid felt a little sad for the girl but she really had to understand her value.

“Why are you so determined to prove your royalty? It’s just a title.”

Blondie stopped in her tracks as she gave a snappy glare to Cupid. What would she know about her struggles?

“Easy for you to say. Aren’t you a goddess?”

When Cupid didn’t reply Blondie muttered a ‘I knew it’ before she walked of her mood totally not just right. In fact, nothing seemed to be just right!

“Blondie wait! I only meant that your value shouldn’t rely on a title.” That seemed to get her attention enough to listen.

“Blondie… you are beautiful, helpful, supporting, compassionate. You are all that and more without some over glorified title. So why do you think being labeled ‘royal’ is going to change anything?”

Cupid didn’t know it, but the words hit Blondie harder than she expected. All her life she grew up not quite with the rebels and not quite with the royals.

She was always at the edge of things for when they needed her. The royal team need an extra hide and seek player? Ask Blondie. The rebels need a watch out? Ask Blondie.

But when it came to actually being part of the group and being wanted and not needed Blondie found she was stuck in the middle.

And maybe, just maybe if that over glorified title came over her head the royals might actually just let her be in their group without needing her.

Just wanting her to be there.

“Because… maybe I’ll be wanted for once. Maybe I’ll be the first choice, someone’s just right! I won’t be the backup or the replacement.”

Cupid felt her heart stir in a way that only one other person she knew off could make it stir. Dexter. But he wasn’t here, and her heart was beating for the sad girl before her.

Beating in a way that it hadn’t even beaten for Dexter.

She reached over tentatively, grabbing her hands and trapping them between hers as she grazed deeply into her eyes.

“You’re my just right Blondie. My first choice and number one. I want you… and I want to be there for you. I value our relationship more than any title.”

Blondie was at a loss of words. Why was her heart beating like this? Like it was just right. Like this girl in front of her was just right.

“And if royals like Apple can’t see that, then they aren’t worth your time or effort. You shouldn’t suddenly be wanted because of a fancy title, you should be wanted for who you are. Just like I do.”

Warmth flowed through Blondie as she gazed at Cupid with a dumbfounded expression. Was this what it was like to be wanted and not needed?

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Did anyone catch on to the monster high reference?? I like to sprinkle little Easter eggs here and there sometimes

Anyway currently supposed to be studying for my exams that are in a week but instead I’m shopping for my Halloween party outfit for tomorrow

Hope you enjoyed and have a great dayy!!

[katy-kt-katie]

For FicTober, I’ve been writing a chaptered story. I’d say it’s 50% slowburn hallmark movie and 50% smut.smut.smut. I used Twitter polls to vote on the initial story concept and some of the story arcs. Check it out. 29 chapters are complete on AO3- Get a chapter 1 and 2 sneak peek below and read the rest: HERE.

The Toy

Mulder and Scully take on a case involving strange deaths during sex.

Chapter 1:

Religious people often talk about critical situations being the work of God or the Devil. I’m not a religious man, but as I sit in this moment, I have these same thoughts. How on earth did I get here? How on Earth am I going to move forward from this?

Mmmmm.

She’s moaning. Scully is moaning now, just feet away from me, as she prepares to orgasm—not just orgasm, but to have the best orgasm of your life, according to the readers of Cosmopolitan Magazine.

Don’t look, just listen, okay…it would be awkward if you saw me…you know.

That’s what she’d said earlier; the ground rules she determined made her feel safe and okay with this experiment. But I still see her—as I lay back and close my eyes, my imagination fills in all the blanks. Scully in her silk robe, lying on her back. The robe has fallen open, and she’s pinching her nipple with one hand while her other hand is between her legs, bringing herself pleasure. She wiggles and flexes, her face blushed, and her eyes closed.

But in reality, I can't see any of that. I’m sitting on her couch in the dark with my back to her as she’s chasing that orgasm in her bed. The door is cracked so that I can hear her. And what’s my role in all of this? I’m monitoring her for safety, ensuring that what befell the others doesn’t happen to her. Mulder, you're the only one I trust... I’ll make some noises so that you know I’m still okay, she had said when we agreed to this…situation. And the noises are driving me wild.

Oh my god, oh my god, she whines in the distance.

So it is God then, I think, and maybe it’s the Devil who is responsible for my hard and hot cock demanding attention in my jeans.

Chapter 2:

ONE WEEK EARLIER

I duck as the pencil I’d thrown at the ceiling plummets back toward my eyeball.

“One of these days, you’re going to maim yourself, Mulder,” a familiar voice says. I snap my gaze to the door to see Scully reporting to work. She brushes some snow from her coat and hangs it on the hook before adjusting her high-heeled shoes and cracking her neck on her way to the desk.

“In that case, I look forward to the very thorough and diligent care of my personal doctor,” I wink at her. Flirting…that’s what I'm doing. It’s what I’ve always done for years with Scully.

Since we’d kissed at New Year’s, our flirty banter feels a little different to me, but I guess not to her—she’d said she enjoyed kissing me, but it couldn’t happen again. The next day, it was as if the kiss had never happened.

“If you came under my care, I’m sure a colonoscopy would be in order,” she teases.

I shake my head and grin as I grab four files and toss them across the desk toward her.

“What do we have?” she asks, immediately transforming into Special Agent mode, flipping through the top case file.

“Four deaths, spread across the Pacific Northwest. All women—various ages—all died of heart attacks unexpectedly without pre-existing conditions.”

“Hmm,” she says as she flips through the file. She is both meticulous and swift when processing information, a true pinnacle of efficiency. “Mulder heart attacks are unfortunately quite common in women.”

I throw another pencil at the ceiling as I wait for her to catch the common link, the countdown playing in my brain… three, two…one —

“Wait,” she demands. “The heart attacks all occurred during the act of sexual intercourse?”

“Yep.”

“Well, that is rather odd. But, still, about one-tenth of one percent of people die during consensual sex,” I notice her cheeks blushing now, her gaze dropping, and her hands fidgeting. Her body shows signs of nervousness as she talks to me about this, but her words are one hundred percent Dana Scully, MD. “Sex can be very strenuous.”

I chuckle, leaning back in my chair and propping my feet on the desk. “Dr. Scully, how many of those one-tenth of one percent of people dying during sex would be women with no pre-existing cardiac conditions?”

“Well,” she stalls. “I agree. It is an anomaly.”

“The computer picked it up,” I say, grabbing the files back from where she’d laid them down.

“Computer?” she asks.

“You know, the new TI-6969 the boys have down in the lab with the profiling algorithm. It looks for connections in seemingly unconnected cases. And it hit on this.”

She rolls her eyes and scoffs. Oh, how I love bantering with this woman.

“So I’m assuming we are heading to the Pacific Northwest, Mulder?”

“Plane leaves at eleven.”

READ ALL 29 CHAPTERS: HERE

Tagging @today-in-fic @xffictober2023

[penny00dreadful]

WIP Weekend

Okay my lovelies, I know I've been very quiet recently but that is because I have been doing the damn thing. There's something big on the horizon, just you wait.

Thank you so much to my darlings @hbyrde36 and @thisapplepielife for the tag. 😘

Rules: Make a 24-hour poll with the names of your wips and then for whichever wins, write one sentence for every vote it gets (but you should also write 1 sentence for every vote each of them gets!)

I will be posting snippets as I write so keep an eye out. 😉

Results post

Summaries under the cut:

Return of The King - Part 8/9

Vampire!Steve, need I say more? Last chapter there was an earthquake, Wayne got the cliff-notes of the Upside Down, there was a car chase van chase, feral Steve, and they approached the gate to the Upside Down.

Comeuppance

Dustin just wants Steve to be happy. So he tried to parent trap him with Nancy. Clearly they should be together. But Steve's heart doesn't even seem to be in it at all! How is he so bad at this? And Eddie is being less than helpful

Through The Valley

Post-Apocalyptic AU. Eddie, Dustin and Nancy have a nice little community of survivors outside of Hawkins that they take care of, surviving day to day. Everyone's a little broken, missing the rest of their Party just hoping that one day they'll find each other again.

Devotion

Dungeons and Dragons AU. Steve is the golden boy of the small town of Hawkins. Harrington in name and now a Paladin with his very own oath to hunt down the Bard, the witch Eddie Munson and bring him back to justice under High Priest Henry Creel.

And They Were Roommates!

Steve and Eddie don't hate each other exactly. They just... tolerate each other. But one night Eddie doesn't come how for hours. Long after he's supposed to and it's not like Steve is worried or anything... he's just... concerned for a fellow human being... that's all.

Cat and Mouse

Prequel SpyAU. Steve is a top agent, practically running circles around his adversaries. Through a truly awful attempt at pickpocketing, he meets Eddie and it's like the guy has infected his brain, he can't stop thinking about him. Can't stop wandering if maybe Eddie's in so deep Steve won't be able to dig him out.

Unnamed PStobin+RSteddie Baby AU

Steve and his husband had always wanted kids. Except apparently Albert wasn't quite so up for it as he'd previously said. Robin is just standing there, 37 weeks pregnant with Steve's IVF baby having just punched Albert in the nose and oh god why is she leaking everywhere?? Is it happening?? IT'S HAPPENING, OH JESUS!

TAXI!

Before He Cheats

One evening, Eddie gets a call from some guy named Steve dropping the news on him that his boyfriend has been cheating on him. With this Steve person and Steve had no idea up until that day.

And Eddie rarely takes that shit lying down.

Zero pressure taggy tags. @artaxlivs @just-my-latest-hyperfixation @xenon-demon @mentallyundone @spooky-stevie @spoookysix @steventhusiast @subbaculture @theheadlessphilosopher @vecnuthy @wormdebut

[tgrailwar-zero]

Following the noise at the behest of his Masters, RIDER crept through the brush.

A skulking beast prowled back and forth, stomping loudly. It slowly turned towards RIDER, cold, animalistic eyes settling on their prey. But his movement had been perfect under your instruction... Perhaps a lack of Presence Concealment gave him away. Perhaps the beast was just that good.

Eyes locked, RIDER stood still with his blade at the ready as it fully turned to face him, revealing itself from within the shade.

"Oh! A Servant-Master duo! You just caught me in the middle of my daily 'territorial stomping' session! What're you doing in here? Oh, wait. Trigger Key. Goooot it."

...Truly, a terrifying beast.

RIDER blinked, seeming genuinely a bit dumbfounded.

"Masters, I'm a bit confused. There shouldn't be NPCs within these sorts of locales."

THE TERRIFYING BEAST let out a smug, confident snicker as she folded her arms, nodding her head in agreement.

"Huhuhu. Confused, are you? I'm a traveling-merchant-type Super NPC! Though I guess the correct term is 'War Monitor'. You can just call me 'Jaguar Man', though."

"Since the Administrator can't focus on every little thingy, we're roaming around, helping out Masters and Servants alike! Keeping the rules solid, providing whatever help we can, and making sure that nothing goes wrong! Terrifying arbitrators of digital justice! Fear us! But also, if you need us to troubleshoot, we'd be more than happy to help if we're in the area! So don't fear us that much! Maybe more like a healthy amount of anxiety, whatever that means!"

A similar function to the "RULER" and "AVENGER" from the previous war.

She-- JAGUAR MAN- narrowed her eyes at RIDER and more pointedly, at you all. It seemed whatever wall was keeping Masters and Servants separate didn't exactly apply to these War Monitors.

"…Nothing is going wrong with you guys, right? Masters of Rider? Perfectly solid? Thumbs up? Like your Servant? No glitches or bugs?"

Before any answer could be made yet, JAGUAR MAN snapped her fingers.

"Oh! Also, it seems like I've been programmed with a merchant system, so you can get items from me! It's limited though, once you buy something, you gotta find me again! Isn't that fun? There's no solid currency system here, so it's bartering! I mean, can you imagine? Keeping track of money? Not a chance!"

RIDER gave a bit of a sheepish smile.

"...So boldness this time around comes in the form of an item shop. How... handy?"

Follow-up Polls:

Jaguar Jungle Item Shop (HERE)

Buying Information (HERE)

[bandofchimeras]

Why to do things because you enjoy them for Catholic guilt havers with ADHD

First off: in Christian spaces the "rules" for how to be a good person are not often. Explained? aside from X is good bc it brings glory to God Y is bad because it hurts God. Highly ???? for any autistic or ADHDer trying to find the why, so we can build motivation to care about the thing in the first place.

Also most of deprogramming harmful cultthink is going, wait, why do I follow this rule after all? and how do I shift my values when guilt and fear are omnipresent goblins chasing me around my own metaphorical internal attic any time I try to "relax" and "enjoy life"?

Let's take for example, the notion of humility. Humility says you shouldn't do things for recognition and appreciation. Within Catholicism, it was based on this sense of pride being bad, yu have to give all the glory to God or....DIVINE WRATH but also, idk sometimes bad stuff will happen bc you got cocky, is the most practical way I could think of putting it.

But in secular United States of American fuckin adulthood, I'm learning that doing things for recognition as a replacement for "God Wants Me to Do This" sucks for other, much more compelling reasons.

Mainly, almost /no one/ will actually recognize your efforts, especially in the workplace. Especially if you're disabled and the basics are taken for granted, or you're poor, and surviving is a struggle every day.

ANYWAYS

1. To get any sort of recognition you have to not only stand out in a highly competitive marketplace environment, you have to recognize /yourself/ talk your shit, you have to put in 150% effort...if you're doing shit /for/ recognition, there's no way to sustain motivation through the down slumps where you're grinding your ass off and no one sees a thing you do.

That is the unpleasant reality of this system and world, most work is pretty thankless, and if you decide to have a chip on your shoulder about it, it just turns you into a bitter and resentful Misery Gremlin immune to life's tiny joys. Oh also, if you're a "minority" of any kind (read, an inheritor of generational exploitation and priming for abuse), you don't get extra thanks for the extra work, you get some half ass recognition sometimes that is usually exploitative (not compensating you fairly), MORE work and MORE people bitching at you for no real discernible reason other than their own unexamined stinky doodoobrain.

2. IT IS IMPOSSIBLE TO MAKE DECISIONS BASED ON VAGUE INTEREST AND DESIRE FOR RECOGNITION if you already have a hard time making decisions, because everything is cool, this will murder your drive. Yeah if would be cool to be an acclaimed chef or a rockstar or an astronaut or or or ...this is how kids think and unfortunately also me living in a cool delusion of future coolness and funness mostly based on an aesthetic understanding of shit at a surface level. However it's not much better to ask "what am I good at" or "what do people want" as guiding factors...those can come in later but as a starting point, suck. The world needs SO MANY things. And maybe you have a knack for 20 different little skills or you love everyone you meet and maybe everyone needs food but also shelter and also love and so on and so on. Who knows what people want, or what your real true talent lies in, before you just start doing shit!

SO. I'm gonna quote Mark Manson, author of "How to Stop Giving a Fuck" here: find problems you love.

It is a PRACTICAL and LIFESAVING decision to do stuff that you enjoy, whether for work, or as a hobby, or for recreation, that also requires effort.

Stuff you love so much you don't give a rats ass if anyone ever sees it but also hope they do bc it's so damn exciting to you!!!! Even if it's terrible and ugly because what a fun puzzle that was! It will keep your motivation stacked! It will protect you against the demoralizing leagues of Misery Gremlins at work who want to siphon any living emotion out of you with an HR flavored straw! It will fill your cup and you won't need the recognition because you had a damn good time struggling with your own sense of creativity and living authority! Fuck God! Fuck the Patriarchy!!!! Vibe la revolution!

This is essentially Love, because loving people takes effort but with the right ones you'll be excited to do it.

You can do the things you enjoy, even if it feels bad and scary at first! If you get stuck in the misery business just offer up the needless complications caused by your guilt complex for the souls in HR departments (Purgatory).

[simplee-dreaming]

The Party

A/N: I spent far too much time deciding how all of their outfits were gonna look so I hope it paid off. Also, I know some things I mention have different names in different countries but I've gone for what I only know as the British version. Hope you like it! (Totally didn't get inspiration for this idea from driving past a joke shop myself...)

Word count: 2951

Summary: The reader attends her first themed party hosted by RDJ, but her outfit lands her in trouble.

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Tonight was the night. The night you had been waiting for for weeks. A party at Robert Downey Jr’s house. But not just any old party, oh no, a party for the Avengers cast. Not even just a party - a themed party.

See, Robert is well known for his themed parties. Of course he’s done the classics such as the black and white theme, the 80s theme, even the “dress as your favourite superhero” theme - what could be more suited? But he’s also well known for his unique themes. For example: dress as what you wanted to be when you were a kid; dress as your favourite fruit or veg; dress as another member of the cast; dress as your favourite gay icon. The list goes on.

This was your very first party with the cast though. Being the newest member, you were super excited to have a great night with them all outside of work - plus little Tom couldn’t stop guessing what this theme could be. It was, of course:

“Dress as your favourite board game.”

Yep. Board games.

You spent ages trying to figure out what board game you were going to dress up as. The main rule of the themed parties was that you couldn’t tell other people what you were going as unless you deliberately needed someone else to complete your outfit.

You were desperate for ideas now that the party was only a week away. It wasn’t until you were walking down the highstreet, and something in the shop window caught your eye, that you finally had an idea. You were standing outside of a joke shop, and in the window stood a dress...designed like a Twister mat.

Perfect.

The day had finally arrived. No one was filming today so you had all day to get yourself ready. Hair and makeup done, Twister dress on, ready to rumble.

You made your way to RDJ’s house at half 8 - late enough to not be the first one there but early enough to enjoy everyone’s company for longer. You smiled with glee as you stepped into the house. You were tingling with excitement as you walked towards the room where the music played. The minute you walked into the room, everyone approached you. And one by one you scanned them all to see what they were dressed as.

The first person you saw was Anthony, he was dressed up as Cards Against Humanity. Not quite a board game but funny nonetheless. The front of his outfit was completely black and the back was completely white. The writing on his front read “I drink to forget _____”, and the writing on his back read “Tom Holland”. You giggled.

Next was Scarlett. She decided to come dressed as Pictionary. Part of her outfit was made with polyester and nylon, and she carried around a whiteboard marker so that anyone could draw a picture on her outfit and others had to guess what it was. This could also be wiped off easily, ready for the next person to draw.

Sebastian was next, you snorted when you saw him. He was dressed as Frustration. His outfit was divided into the four colours: his top right being yellow, top left being green, bottom right being blue and bottom left being red. He had placed a semisphere plastic hat over his head and inside lay a foam dice which jumped about whenever he shook his head.

After Seb came Liz. She was dressed up as Uno. Her front and back were two different colours of the uno reverse card - the front being red and the back being green. The point of this is that whenever someone asked her to do something she didn’t wanna do, she’d just point to her outfit and get out of doing it.

Next was Paul B. He came as Trivial Pursuit. Random questions and answers were plastered all over his suit, such as: “how many feet are there in a fathom? 6”; “What three-word slogan was named the most popular advertisement ever in a 2000 poll? Beanz Meanz Heinz”; and his own personal saying, “Where do snitches end up? In ditches”.

Following Paul was the unsurprising double act. Big Tom and Hemsy. They had come dressed as Snakes and Ladders. Tom had glued a giant toy python to his all-black outfit, and Chris had stuck a cardboard ladder to the front and back of his all-white outfit. Simple, yet effective.

Then came Evans who was dressed as Noughts and Crosses, despite numerous comments from RDJ about it not being a board game. His back was full of paper noughts and crosses stuck to his top but his front had a similar material to Scarlett’s where the cast could play their own game on his front and then wipe it off for the next players.

You scanned little Tom next. He had gone all out with his outfit, dressing up as Operation. He was wearing a light pink coloured top and matching trousers and had stapled all the pieces of operation to their correct areas, such as the butterfly, the spare rib and the wish bone. He’d also used face paint to paint his nose a dark shade of red. Adorably creepy in a way.

Last, but certainly not least, was the man himself. Robert Downey Jr. He came as the popular game Cluedo. And boy did he look fancy. He wore a top hat that had a giant question mark stuck to it, and a tuxedo with a long sweeping tail attached to the jacket. Neatly placed all over his black suit were the names of the suspects, the names of the rooms and the names of the weapons - all written in white. He looked splendid.

“Twister. How unusual. I love it,” Robert said, the others nodded in agreement.

“Thanks, you all look incredible,” you said.

Little Tom held out his arm and led you to the dance floor where you spent the next hour dancing the night away. Big Tom and Hemsy were owning the dance floor with their moves. Many party classics blared through the speakers, including 5,6,7,8...which you knew the dance off by heart but RDJ had to be taught the moves by you and little Tom.

Another hour passed and you were sat with Scarlett, Liz and Paul in the other room where the music wasn’t so loud. Seb was with you but he had asked Liz to get him a drink and she played the uno reversal so now he was on drinks duty.

“Paul, can I borrow your suit just so I can literally look smarter?” You asked, he chuckled.

“Maybe I can just follow you around and relay the facts for you,”

“You could be the Yoda to my Luke. Though I think you’re too big to sit on my back,” you said.

“Here’s your punch,” said Seb, returning with two cups for him and Liz.

“Finally, what took you so long?” she asked.

“I stopped in the party room, Anthony and little Tom are having a competition to see who can do the macarena better,” he said.

“But...the macarena is the macarena…” you said, confused.

“Try telling them that. Tom insisted that the Brits do it better apparently.”

“Well, we do have some absolute bangers,” you chuckled. Paul agreed.

“So where did you get that dress?” Scarlett asked you.

“The joke shop down the highstreet. I was walking past it last week and found it in the window. Thought it would be perfect,” you shrugged.

“Until Mackie gets over excited and plays Twister on you,” Seb said.

“I’d like to see him try,” you replied.

“Ah, here’s the gang. What are you all doing in here?” Robert said, entering the room with big Tom and Evans.

“We’re just sat chatting….wait, have you left Holland and Mackie alone?” Seb asked.

“They’re fine, Chris is with them,” Tom replied. You tilted your head at him and raised an eyebrow.

“Maybe I should check on them…” Tom said, you nodded and he left the room.

“Soooo, how’s it going?” Evans asked everyone.

“We’re all fine but Y/N is a bit twisted,” Seb said. Everyone laughed but you bonked him on the head, making the dice jolt.

“Oi!”

You giggled and slapped the plastic hat again, the dice landed on a 6.

“Eyy I get another go!” You cheered before bonking him on the head again. He sighed but chuckled.

“Well it’s nice to see her dressed as an actual board game,” Robert said, turning to Evans.

“Hey, that’s not fair! Noughts and crosses is a board game!” Evans protested.

“I wanna play,” you said. Evans smiled at you.

You got Liz to play with you and you went first. You decided to play as noughts and took the bottom left corner. After a few rounds, you got a straight diagonal line. You cheered as Liz huffed, but she congratulated you nonetheless.

“I wanna play pictionary now,” you said, turning to Scarlett. She smiled and handed you a whiteboard pen. You thought for a moment then began drawing.

You pressed down on Scarlett’s outfit to make sure you could draw properly. You ran the pen down her stomach and she giggled.

“Hey, careful, that tickles,” she said. You blushed and apologised but continued. Everytime the pen went over a certain spot Scarlett would giggle but she never flinched.

“Okay, I’m done,” you announced. Everyone leaned forward and groaned once they saw it.

“Really? You know none of us can say that,” Seb said.

“First one to say it correctly wins,” you shrugged. You had drawn Mjolnir, something that everyone struggled to say.

“Midge-oh-lair,” said Liz.

“Mjohn-ler,” said Seb.

“Me-joln-ier,” said Evans.

“Hey! It’s Mjolnir!” came a voice from the door. Hemsy had just walked in with Mackie, little Tom and big Tom.

“We have a winner,” you grinned and everyone groaned again.

“Okay now I wanna play snakes and ladders,” you said. You scrambled to your feet and launched yourself at Hemsy, climbing up his tall body and clinging to him like a koala. He laughed.

“Okay, and what do we do now?” He chuckled. You shrugged and hugged him tighter, he returned the favour.

“As nice as this is, princess, I can’t carry you around the rest of the evening,” Hemsy said.

“Alright, hang on. Gotta complete the game,” you said. You motioned big Tom to come nearer and leaned over to hug him. Your legs followed and wrapped around his waist before you slid down his body and landed on the floor. Tom laughed.

“Impressive,” he said. You lay flat at the floor and looked at him, giggling.

“You’re very playful today,” big Tom said.

“I’m just happy to be here,” you giggled, he smiled at you.

“Alright my turn, I wanna play twister,” Mackie said, launching himself at you.

“WAIT!” You cried, panicked by his sudden movement. Mackie didn’t listen.

“I’m not doing anything! I need someone to give me an instruction,” he said.

“Right foot red,” Seb said. Mackie lifted his foot and put it on the first red spot he could see, directly on your tummy. You giggled as he adjusted his foot, rubbing it against your tummy.

“Noho Anthony!”

He looked and realised what he was doing, then smirked and vibrated his foot on your tummy again. You giggled louder.

“The twister mat is making noises, how do I turn it off?” He asked.

“Um, try putting your left hand on yellow,” little Tom piped up. Mackie grinned as he spotted a yellow spot on your ribs. He put his hand down and gave them an “accidental” squeeze.

“Hehey!” You shrieked.

“Didn’t work Holland, anyone else?” Mackie said.

“Try right hand green,” Scar said, smirking. Mackie placed his right hand on the green spot on your side and squeezed again.

“Stohop!” You cried.

“Right well that didn’t work, and I can’t put my left foot on it otherwise I would break it. Any other ideas?” he said.

“You may have to push a few buttons, try turning it off and on again,” Paul said. Mackie squeezed your ribs and sides again and shook his foot on your tummy. You screeched loudly.

“Nope, still making noises,”

“Let me have a look,” Liz said. Mackie had you pinned below his hands and foot. You started to giggle as you felt a single finger run up your neck.

“Nonono Lizzie!” You squeaked as she dragged a nail up the other side.

“There must be an off button around here,” she teased. She gently scribbled all her nails into your neck. You scrunched up your shoulders and shrieked.

“NOHOHOHO!”

“Definitely not here, you sure it’s not there Mackie?” Lizzie asked. Mackie squeezed your ribs and sides again and your giggles turned to laughter.

“Nope, no no, that’s made it worse,” he said. “Someone try a blue spot!”

Evans jumped up and ran over to help. He found a blue spot right on your hip, he placed his hand over it and started squeezing.

“NAHAHAHAHAHA!” You screamed. Trying to buck your body was impossible with Mackie still pinning you.

“Dammit Evans you turned the volume up!” Mackie yelled.

“Maybe the problem lies outside of the mat itself,” big Tom piped up.

“What you saying Hiddleston? That we’re the problem?” Mackie asked.

“Not at all, just that there appears to be parts connected to the mat, but not part of the mat itself,” Tom said, putting his hand on his chin. He slowly approached you and swiped a single finger under your knee. You kicked it away.

“Now it’s malfunctioning,” Mackie informed him. Tom hummed and swiped a finger under your other knee. You kicked again. He then spider tickled under both your knees and you shrieked loudly.

“PLEHEHEASE I’M NOHOT BROKEN!” You screamed.

“God DAMN you made it talk!” Mackie yelled.

“I know what the issue is,” Robert said, stepping forward.

“Do go on?” big Tom said.

“You need to hit all the pressure points at once. It’s like a giant reset button, wear it down till it reboots itself,” he said. Everyone looked at each other.

“Position yourselves,” Robert instructed.

Mackie stepped off of your stomach and knelt by your left side, Seb knelt by your right. Lizzie was still up by your neck and big Tom by your knees. Scarlett was by your right shoulder, Paul by your left. Evans positioned himself by your hips, little Tom the other side by your thighs. Hemsworth and Robert sat next to your feet.

“Nonononono please!” You cried.

“Rebooting systems in 3…” Robert began.

“No please!”

“2…”

“Wait!”

“1…”

“No wait I’m not brOHOHOHOKEN!” You cried as everyone attacked you at once. No one was pinning you down but you could hardly twist and turn with 10 people tickling all your spots at once. They were all ruthless and yet...you sort of loved it.

“PLEHEHEHASE NOHOHOHO!” You cried, flailing your arms around. Mackie and Seb were squeezing up and down your sides and across your tummy, Lizzie was tickling deep into your neck, Scar and Paul had just caught an arm each and pinned it upwards so they could tickle your underarms, big Tom was scratching under your knees and squeezing the tops, Evans was squeezing and scribbling into your hips, little Tom was scratching up and down your thighs and Hemsy and Robert had grabbed a foot each to tickle. It was pure torture.

“KEEP GOING, IT’LL WEAR DOWN EVENTUALLY!” Robert yelled over your screams of laughter. Everyone picked up the speed and you screamed louder than ever before.

You now had your arms and legs pinned by Scar, Paul, Robert and Hemsworth so you tried to buck your hips as much as possible and scrunch up your shoulders to protect your neck but it was no use.

“NOHOHOHO MOHOHORE!” You cried. You let out another loud scream and fell into a silent laughter. Tears filled your eyes to the point where you couldn’t even see Lizzie kneeling over you.

“Reboot complete,” Robert instructed. He stopped tickling your foot and one by one the rest of the cast followed and ceased their attack. You lay there, taking in deep breaths of air.

“You alright twisty?” Mackie asked, sliding up to your head. You nodded, letting out residue giggles. Evans gave you a hand up and propped you up against the sofa.

“You...are...all...evil…” you breathed out. Everyone chuckled.

“You were in a playful mood, we wanted to join,” Evans said, winking at you.

“I never knew you were so ticklish,” Hemsworth said.

“So would you be if 10 people ganged up on you,” you replied. He laughed and nodded in agreement. Little Tom sat down next to you.

“You okay?” He asked, pulling you in for a hug. You nodded.

“Yeah...that was fun,” you clamped your mouth shut after realising what you just said.

“Fun eh?” little Tom teased, quickly spidering your side to make you giggle again.

“We had fun too if that’s any consolation? Could go for round two if you want,” big Tom said. You looked at him and smiled.

“Not today I don’t think, you guys well and truly broke me,” you said, everyone laughed.

“I think I’ve already decided on the theme for next year,” Robert said. Everyone turned to him.

“Tickle Me Y/N,” he said, “where everyone has to bring a random object to tickle Y/N with. First to make her say stop wins.” He winked at you and you blushed and hid your head in little Tom’s shoulder. He chuckled and stroked your head.

“Now that will be a fun theme,” Mackie replied.

[maddogofshimano]

Goromi Character Story

I really liked this one even if it was a pain in the ass to translate. Damn all that kansai slang! I have some pics to go with this one unlike the Goromi Event where I forgot to take any screencaps.

Character stories are split into three parts with a fight in each part, and this one will be a little more paraphrased because there’s a lot of back and forth dialogue that doesn’t matter too much. Here’s Goromi’s card!

Summary: Turns out it takes several days for Kiryu to actually show up to club SHINE to meet Goromi (he’s busy!) so Goromi spends her time working there and taking care of problems. She’s not the number one hostess for nothing!

<Part 1> <Majima Goro, as Goromi, has been working at club SHINE for several days now> The shop manager has been having to deal with this and he doesn’t know what to do.

Majima shows up again, as usual, and the manager fumbles over himself on whether to say Majima or Goromi

He asks if Kiryu has shown up yet and Majima complains before heading to the back to get changed, where Goromi continues to complain that she’s a good woman and Kiryu is a horrible lazy bum for standing her up for so long. She’s bored to death! (I wonder, does Majima leave the Goromi outfit at the club or take it with home each time?)

A rowdy customer comes in and makes a scene and Goromi steps in to wallop on him, because she’s bored and he spilled a drink on her dress.  <Fight Happens> Goromi wins, easily, and makes him leave his wallet. The manager pulls her into the backroom to tell her that she can’t fight customers. Goromi counters that she can’t allow a threat to women to go unchecked. 

Another hostess on the floor shouts at a customer to stop because touching is forbidden. Goromi says that sounds like trouble, she might as well handle it since Kiryu hasn’t shown up yet. The manager says absolutely not, those are Sakamoto Family men (probably, it’s not spoken out loud but Sakamoto is the most common reading).

The manager goes out to deal with it and gets hit by a Sakamoto Family goon for his trouble, but the guy leaves. Turns out the Sakamoto Family has been showing up a lot and never paying, and it’s a real pain. Goromi tells him to get his act together and fight back already! The manager says there’s no way he can win, going along with them is the best way to protect the club. Goromi calls him a coward, and leaves. <Part 2>

<the next day> Majima once again shows up and has a brief struggle with the wig until... Tada! A perfect Goromi~❤️

Goromi is certain Kiryu-chan will show up today! He definitely will! ...Why the hell hasn’t he shown up yet? She notices yet another unruly customer, once again a Sakamoto Family goon, hassling the manager, but this time she just watches. The manager tries to explain that the rules clearly state you aren’t allowed to touch the hostesses, and gets hit for it again. He stands back up, repeats himself, and gets punched another time. The goon grabs the hostess and says they’re going to the bathroom together.

Goromi steps in to stop him, but the manager beats her to it, and finally hits the guy back. He’s remembering what Goromi-san said to him... He’s not going to run away!!

<Fight Happens>

Manager gets his ass KICKED, goon taunts him and says he’d never win in a million years. Manager gets back up anyways, tells him he has to leave... just in time for the patriarch of the Sakamoto Family to arrive. He’s heard this is a fun place, and wants to sit with a lady ASAP. His goon shouts at the manager, the manager fumbles, and Goromi steps in.

Sakamoto thinks this is just great, that eyepatch is really getting his fighting spirit going! His lackey is less sure. The manager tries to step in, Goromi cuts him and says she’ll be his hostess tonight. Sakamoto is falling over himself trying to offer Goromi a seat, he’s just smitten.

The manager wonders what Goromi is up to...

<Part 3>

We start off immediately with Sakamoto telling Goromi how cute she is, and how much he likes her, and that she’s got a real tight lil butt.

“Stoooop~, ya pervy patriarch❤️” 

Sakamoto says he really like Goromi, too many girls nowadays would throw a fit if he grabbed their ass. The manager is wondering what the hell is going on, why is Goromi being so nice??

Sakamoto asks what kind of men Goromi likes. She likes strong, beefy guys, of course! Sakamoto says that she’s gonna love him then. Sakamoto: I was the strongest guy in his whole town! I’ve heard that the strongest guy in Kamurocho’s the patriarch of the Majima family, some moron named Majima Goro. Goromi: Oh, is that so? Sakamoto: I’m pretty sure him being crazy strong’s just a silly rumor though. If I were up against him it’d be like beating up a baby. Goromi: Woahhhh, that’s so cool~ 🎵 All that strength is really making my heart beat fast~

Sakamoto lets Goromi order whatever she likes from the menu. The manager worries that she’s going to order a fight! But no, she just asks for Don Perignon, the most expensive thing on the menu. And she convinces him to get 10 bottles of it.

<2 hours pass>

Sakamoto: Bahaha! Goromi-chan, you're the best girl of them all! Goromi: Before ya go I got one more thing for ya Mr. Patriarch! Sakamoto: Ehhhh, is it a kiss~ Goromi: It's your bill! Sakamoto: Ah....? Haha, great joke Goromi-chan! Goromi: It ain't no joke! Between the drinks and the service... you've racked up 5 million yen. How would ya like to pay that?  Sakamoto: Now hold on, I ain't payin' that! Even if you're cute!! Goromi: Eh, you really won't pay? Sakamoto: No! I absolutely will not pay!! Goromi: So that mean's you're not a customer now, is that right?

Goromi: Since you're not a customer, Goromi can be a little... rough Sakamoto: Tch, boys, let's teach this lady a little discipline! Goromi: Discipline....? Idiots, Goromi is the butterfly that dances in the night. I don't take orders from anyone, especially morons like you!! <Fight Happens, Goromi obliterates them> Sakamoto: You, you're actually...! Goromi: What are ya talking about? I'm Goromi, Kamurocho's number one hostess. Goromi: If you disrespect the women of this city... I'll show you a world of hurt. Sakamoto: W-Wahhhhh!! P-Please forgive me!! Goromi: From now on you're banned. Don't let me see your face here again. Got it?  Sakamoto: Y-yes ma'am! I understand! P-Please excuse me... Goromi: Wait. You still got a bill to pay. Sakamoto: Wh- um, well, I don't have that much right now... Goromi: Haw? Then why'd you eat and drink so much! You got some nerve takin' whatever ya fancied. But... I could forgive ya if you go on an after hours date with me. Sakamoto: ...Eh? Goromi: Until the money's collected, we're going on dates. ...Be prepared. 

<the next day> Manager: Majima-san, thank you so much. Goromi: Eh? What're you talkin' about. This is just Goromi gettin' paid properly for her work. Manager: Ah. I see. Goromi: And... I'm glad you stood up for your girls. Ya finally showed your guts. You've got a real good crew here, keep workin' to be the best. Manager: Th-thank you so much! Uhuuuuuu! Goromi: Don't get all emotional and cry! I'm countin' on having your full cooperation when it comes to fighting Kiryu-chan! Manager: Yes ma'am! By all means.   Door Greeter: Maji- I mean, Goromi-san! K-Kiryu-san is coming here!! Goromi: Ohh, nice timing! Well, let's do this thing! Manager: Yes! <Goromi goes to greet Kiryu at the door> Goromi: Heyyy, it's Goromi~  

<END>

Another bonus fact that relates to both this and the event: the rggo twitter put up a poll asking everyone which of these girls was their favorite

(Lady that does the gatcha rolls, Mayumi from rggo’s story, Yuki, and badly photoshopped Goromi)

in a shock to no one reading this, Goromi obliterated the vote, coming in just shy of 80%...

...which was apparently a shock to the staff! They immediately tweeted "Goromi got 80%...! What a crazy result 😵 We're having an emergency planning meeting now. Thank you all for voting so much!"

I have to wonder if this was a turning point in how they wrote Goromi, with the event and substory presenting her as not strictly a one off occurrence! Maybe the fan enthusiasm got them to take her a little more seriously

[rotationalsymmetry]

One Discourse to Rule Them All: Blood Libel, Pedophilia Accusations, and Abortion, or How To Take Advantage of People’s Hot Buttons For Fun and Profit.

Buckle up. Mostly the title functions as a trigger warning, but we’re also gonna get into transmisogyny (and homophobia, I just realized it’s not going to be obvious to everyone that the second list item up there is about homophobia.) Here goes!

Once upon a time, Europe was synonymous with Christendom, and antisemitic as fuck.

Jews were separated off into their own villages and neighborhoods (often ghettos) and didn’t necessarily interact with Christians that much, and Christians lied through their teeth about what Jews were like, even blatantly false things like what they looked like, in order to justify wholesale slaughtering them.

I say Christians did this, but what I mean is: there were Christians who told the lies and other Christians who believed them, and probably some who didn’t actually believe them but were willing to play along, but the point is it wouldn’t have worked unless there were some innocent dupes being pulled along for the ride, who wouldn’t have committed mob violence if they hadn’t been blatantly lied to.

The lie was “Jews murder your children and drink their blood.” This was based on nothing.

But it was very effective. Because one of people’s strongest, most fundamental drives is to protect their children. So saying “those people, they intend to harm your children, they have harmed children just like yours”, well, it’s very effective. Even when it’s based on absolutely nothing.

(I don’t want to oversell my case and that wasn’t the only lie, “the Jews are responsible for the death of the Savior”, which is I guess an interpretation you could have of the gospels but it’s a pretty odd one, was another, apparently highly motivating, justification for antisemitic violence.)

Once upon a time, a different time, parents didn’t trust the gays around their kids.

You couldn’t legally adopt if you were in a same-sex relationship. If you wanted to be a teacher, better keep in the closet. You want to be invited to family events? Should have thought of that before you became a fag.

This was based on the lie that the queers were more likely to be pedophiles. And of course it worked. What kind of parent would you be if you exposed your precious child to a known sexual deviant?

Once upon a time, someone decided to frame abortion as baby murder.

I don’t want to get into arguments for or against seeing abortion as intentional child death, so I’m just going to make an assertion and if you want to stick an “I’m not sure I agree with this pin in it, go ahead, it’s not like there’s a shortage of arguments about this right now. Let’s just assume, like we’re in a math class and this is an axiom, that abortion is not actually child murder, and see where that takes us.

Where that takes us is this pattern I’ve been pointing out: someone’s got an ulterior motive like “if we kick all the Jews out of the country, we can take their stuff” or “it’s easier to control people if there’s some designated outsiders that we can make them all hate”, or specifically "hey, what will get the Republican voting base to the polls? What enemy can we create this time that will generate maximum rage and disgust (and keep them from seeing how we're screwing our own voters over in terms of money and public services)?" and…they just lie through their teeth. But they don’t lie arbitrarily. They lie about a thing that will get the strongest possible emotional reaction out of people, a thing that packs such a powerful gut punch that they won’t stop and think “wait, do I actually trust this source of information?” and instead will just react.

I’m calling this the one discourse to rule them all because oh my goodness do you see this all over tumblr. Can’t come up with an actual reason why fic that squicks you out is bad? Wildly allege that it supports pedophilia. Can’t come up with an actual reason why you don’t like trans women (and of course this one is emphatically not a tumblr exclusive)? Maybe they’re predators who are trying to get into (“real”) women’s spaces to rape (“real”) women. You don’t need evidence if you can hit people’s stress response button hard enough.

And: “people who identify as bi lesbians contribute to corrective rape” (here let me trauma dump in your inbox) and “but you can’t have kink at Pride think of the children” and “hey here’s this specific person I don’t like, you should not interact with them and maybe harass them because, wait for it, they’re a pedophile.”

And as far as I can tell there’s an inverse correlation to how much someone’s likely to get caught up in BS (never mind how likely someone is to advance the lies knowingly) and how much they do about actual child abuse. The most common motifs I’ve heard in people talking about their actual experiences with child abuse are "I never told anyone" and "I told someone and wasn’t believed". Somehow for all the hate society is capable of leveling against alleged child abusers, society's ability to literally just believe children who say they're being abused, well, they're not actually connected. Outrage at child abusers does not protect children. Child abusers are always, perpetually, the feared and hated other. They're never the friendly neighbor, the coach who get the team to win, the respectable pillars of the community.

And the moral panics about child abuse never come attached to anything useful for fighting real child abuse — never coherent policies for screening for potential abusers, never lists of signs that a child may be experiencing abuse, never discussion about what to do if you suspect abuse but aren’t sure, never discussion about how to support a child who’s been harmed. The focus is 100% on identifying people you can safely hate, 0% on genuinely protecting anyone or helping them recover.

What I'm trying to say here is, there is a pattern, a pattern of people with ulterior motives saying whatever they think will get people reacting with their gut rather than thinking with their brains. This pattern can be disrupted by questioning the validity of the source. Is there really any connection between an identity and rape? Is there really any correlation between disturbing fiction and child molestation? Does framing the story of Jesus as one where the Jews killed him (and therfore it's good to hurt Jews now?) make any sense whatsoever?

Does framing abortion as child murder make any sense whatsoever? Or is it just really effective at punching people in the gut?

And is there a group of people getting away with something unsavory while people are doubled over and preparing to punch back?

[oro-e-diamanti]

Thank you guys so much for 500 followers! I'm really honoured that so many people are interested in my stuff, I love every single one of you.

As a thank you to every one of you I thought I'd do two things to celebrate with you!

1) I will write blurbs for you! Under the read more cut there will be a prompt list along with all the rules, so get sending!

2) I'm opening my requests - but for one story only! So from today on until Sunday (August 22nd, midnight CEST), send me ideas in my ask box, it doesn't matter if they're vague or highly detailed, anything you'd like me to write! Then, the week after, I'll be putting your ideas in a poll and you can all vote on which one of the ideas you'll want me to write for a week! Now, this will be a longer story (anything between 2000 and 5000 words probably), so make it good!

Now go blow up my askbox!

PS: A massive thank you to @damianodavide who made me this lovely gif! 💕

For the blurbs, I am aiming to write little scenarios based on the prompts below, up to 500 words. I'm only doing every prompt once, so first come first served! I'll also close this when it gets too overwhelming, so I'm not planning to write something for every prompt on here, but I'll see how much I'm able to do in time! Prompts I've already got a request for will be crossed out.

Rules!

Send in the prompt number

Tell me who you want me to write about: Vic, Damiano, Ethan, Thomas?

Optionally: tell me if you want it fluffy, smutty, angsty, good ending, sad ending, something funny, something dreamy, a combination of the above, or anything else you want to add!

Please only send one prompt per person so everyone gets a chance :)

Prompt list:

“He’s so pretty I think I’m gonna faint.”

“I’m already home.”

"I don't even like you!"

“OH, you’re jealous!”

“Stop being grumpy, it’s lame.”

“Well the probability of that is 0, but you go ahead.”

“Wait, don’t pull away… Not yet.”

“I’m not playing truth or dare.”

“You look happy.”

“You want to do this right now? Even though we could get caught?”

“Okay, maybe I’m crazy but did I just hear you say that out loud?”

“Sleep over? Please?”

“Is there a reason you’re blushing like that?”

“Apparently all our friends have a bet going that we end up together.”

“Why are you awake right now?”

“Sorry, is that supposed to impress me?”

“We’re in public, you know.”

“If you don’t hug me right now I think I might fall apart.”

“Wait, no, don’t take kissing away from me.”

“You aren't taking me to bed....ever.” “Who said it had to be a bed?”

“You should’ve said that yesterday.”

“Okay, so maybe I didn’t see that coming.”

“I’m going to die. I’m going to die with an absolute idiot!”

“Who said I ever stopped?”

“It’s six o’clock in the morning, you’re not having vodka.”

“Seeing you between my legs is so hot.”

“Wait, wait. Say that again. please.”

“Home stopped being a place when you entered my life.”

“I’ll feel much better if you let me walk you home.”

“I think I just ripped my pants.”

“You’re a bad liar did you know?”

“Take off your clothes, but leave the heels on.”

“You didn’t tell me your friend was cute! Now, what am I going to do?”

“I know you can be louder than that.”

“Give me attention.”

“This is the opposite of what I told you to do.”

“I was wondering how long you two were going to make out like that before you realize you weren’t alone.”

“It’s you, it always has been.”

“Do you like that? Like being in control?”

“Am I your lock screen?” “You weren’t supposed to see that.”

“You’re not very intimidating.”

“Try to stay quiet for me. Can you do that?”

“But I’ve never told you that before.”

“Can you shut up for once in your life?”

“That was kind of hot.”

“Yeah, well, if you weren’t so drunk maybe I would.”

“Please just kiss me already.”

“Why do you keep bringing it up?”

“You owe me a kiss.”

“Just pretend to be my date.”

[help-im-a-gay-fish]

OK! THIS IS PROBABLY MY FAVOURITE FLUFFYNIGHTKILLER HEADCANNON I'VE COME UP WITH.

My people, I love this and I hope you do. Its a long one, but I promise its worth it.

So ever since I read this head cannon from @yuriyuruandyuraart I've had one nagging thought.

Polygamous marriage is illegal.

So as much as I loved this story of them getting engaged, they couldn't ever get married, but I didn't wanna rain on everyone's parade so I kept it to myself. Until now!

While talking with @jann-the-bean I came up with this and Jan loved it! So I hope you guys do to.

So imagine that the 3 of them are going around telling their friends and family about their engagement, in the classic happy kind of way. It's all well and good, Dream is thrilled to find out his brother is so happy. However, then he realises the law and Dream pulls his brother aside.

Dream "Uhh Night...Can I talk to you?"

Nightmare "yeah?"

Dream "I'm so happy that you got engaged brother.."

Nightmare "........."

Nightmare "but?"

Dream "but..... But isn't Polygamous marriage illegal?"

Nightmare "......."

And that was the glass shattering moment. Dream wasn't trying to be cruel or anything like that. He was just generally concerned that Nightmare hadn't thought of that.

So later that night, Nightmare brought it up to his partners and of course both of them where upset when they remembered that law. So began a long talk about what they could do. In the end Ccino mostly just said that it didn't matter to him if they were married, so long as they were together. Since he's still just a small city boy, he didn't really see that there was to much they could do, he was content to just maybe have a ceremony where they promise to be life partners, but not marry.

Nightmare and Killer on the other hand were not satisfied with that.

That Night, when Ccino was asleep the two got to talking. I like to think that over the years that Nightmare and Killer have become icons for the poly community, much like Elton Jon is one for the gay community. The two of them decided that they were going to use this to fight for the right to marry each other.

It started small. Posts on social media, comments in interviews. They started speaking out that they should be allowed to be wed. Because they loved each other and the law shouldn't stop them. There where online polls and campaigns as their fan base who had been a huge fan of the throuple started to back them up.

This is when Ccino became alerted to what they were doing. He was scared that they could damage their reputations and careers over this. He told them that he wasn't worth everything they were risking. That if they really wanted to get married, the two of them could and he'd just keep being their boyfriend.

They told him no and then lovingly told him to shut up and they would take care of it.

So began the start of a long legal battle, which all together spanned about 2 years. From when they first started talking about it online, to when the find judgment was made. They were denied.

In the end the court ruled that if polygamy was legalised, it would cause alot of issues. Its a taboo for a reason, and some people would just abuse it for their own gain.

Both Killer and Nightmare were heart broken. Ccino told them that he was so proud of them for trying and that he loved them more then ever. But Killer and Nightmare were still really upset.

This upset Ccino, because he'd seen how hard they had worked and as he thought over everything, he realised that he was actually irritated himself. In fact, he was a little angry. So now it was his turn to say No.

Ccino "you know what? No!"

Killer "what?"

Ccino "they said they couldn't legalise it because people would abuse the system"

Nightmare "yeah?"

Ccino "well I say No! That doesn't apply to us. You aren't some guy who wants a bunch of wives. We are 3 people who all love each other equally. We should have the right to marry"

Killer and nightmare "........"

Killer "we thought you said that you were ok with it"

Ccino "I'm not. Of course I'm not! I want to marry you both! "

So this prompted them to start a new campaign. If Polygamy couldn't be legalised for everyone, then they was campaign for the court to give the 3 of them legal right to marry. If a man could get the rights to marry himself (true story) and a women could be granted the right to marry a building (again, true story) then the 3 of them should be granted permission to marry.

So they took it back to court and this time Ccino took a more active roll in it, though Nightmare and Killer were more dominant. Ccino appeared with Nightmare and Killer in some interviews, but even if his mental health was much better at this point, he still couldn't fully handle all the pressure. But he put in a lot of work behind the scenes to help his partners in the case.

They Luckily still had the support of the public. They argued that they didn't want to abuse the system, they didn't want to have the bunch or wives or a bunch of husbands. They were 3 people who all loved each other deeply and just wanted to be married to each other.

Imagine the judge in court asking them why they wanted to make it legal to marry Ccino and why they couldn't just date him. And Killer just stands up like.

"dude have you seen him!? Who wouldn't want to make that fluffy marshmallow their husband?"

Then as Jan said this leaves poor Ccino (who is sat next to him) just a blushing mess and he says “Killer, don’t be so loud it’s embarrassing..”

Meanwhile, nightmare staring the judge dead in the eyes.

“I agree he’s to adorable not to marry, I mean if we don’t marry him someone else may try to steal him. And I refuse to let that happen”

(thanks for these ideas Jan)

After another 2 years or so of fighting for it. After all the public backing and the long process. Killer, Nightmare and Ccino are finally granted the right to marry.

Just imagine Nightmare trying to keep composed in court, though his having a little party in his head, and Killer on the other hand just stand on his table in court like.

"yes! Ha!"

Then he points at Ccino "guess what fluffy buns! We are marrying you!"

Ccino is so shocked, but he's also so happy. He truly never would have dreamt of this happening.

The moment that Nightmare, Killer are handed over the legal documents, they don't waste a moment, they grab Ccino and jump straight into their car. Then they drive straight to Las Vegas to elope not stopping to change or pack any clothes or anything, because they don't want to wait a second longer.

Of course Ccino gets super flustered at their suggestion to elope.

Ccino "get m-married right now!? But don't you want to wait? And have some big celebrity wedding? You mentioned it before"

Nightmare "nope"

Killer "we've been engaged for over 4 years, we want to put a ring on it right now!"

Nightmare "we don't need a big wedding, or all that stuff. We just need you to say I do"

Nightmare and Killer "so... Will you?"

Ccino "......"

Ccino "YES!"

(though maybe they stopped to pick up dream on the way. Nightmare probably knows that Dream would kill him if he missed his wedding.)

So the 3 were married in a small Chapel. Nothing fancy, but for them it was perfect. They all agreed that they would probably host a proper reception and ceremony for their friends and family to attend later. But for now, they didn't need that, they just needed to be married. It was a very small simple thing.

They probably stayed in a Vegas hotel that night. Probably had some time to celebrate. I just imagine Killer waking the two of them up the next morning with breakfast he'd ordered like:

"Good morning Husbands"

And he just can't keep the smile off his face.

About a year later they have a more formal ceremony. Which of course is super fun. But for them it doesn't change that fact that their actual wedding was truly perfect.

And dam I just love those 3. Jan was the one who wanted me to share this with you guys and I really hope you like it as much as me.

Dam it Dream XD

BTW, I know this most likely isn't fully realistic to what the legal system is like, but give me a break. I’m not a lawyer, I’m a shipper. Its fiction, just let me have it.

studio verse by @zu-is-here

original nightmare by jokublog

original killer by rahafwabas

original ccino by black-nyanko 

Oh and @kotikaleo I'm sorry I forgot to tag you! You always as to be tagged in this stuff. Sorry idk if you saw it

[dreamkidddream]

So I only have 2 more requests until I close the prompt list quiz, so don’t forget to vote (view my pinned post for the poll)!

But in the mean time, take this small BSD drabble as thanks. I’ve been debating about rewatching it, and I’ve been going through withdrawals of my fav characters 😩 so enjoy this Dazai one shot♥️

Sometimes, you forget how menacing Dazai can be.

The way that his eyes can just bore deep into your soul with ease was terrifying. It was like he’s able to know every little thing about you, that there was no hiding anything from him. For someone who’s eyes can be so gentle, so inviting, turn chilling was very unnerving-

“Give it up, (Y/N). You know you won’t beat me, and you’re only hurting yourself in trying to prove so.”, it seemed like his stare just bore deeper into you, causing your heart to beat even faster. He flashed a tender smile, but you knew it hid malice behind it, “If you give up now, maybe I won’t be punish you too harsh-"

“Never!”, you held strong, you refused to let him best you again. Dazai can just be so damn cocky, always confident that he’ll always have the upper hand in any situation. It gets underneath your skin so bad, and if this was the only way that you can finally beat him in something that so be it. You will not lose to him, not again!

“Hm. Suit yourself. I can do this all day darling, how long can you last? Doesn’t seem like you have much left.”, and you hated that he was right. You feel your will slipping away bit by bit, your body begging you to just stop this and surrender, but you blocked those thoughts out. But no matter how much you tried to hang in, you were starting to give out, and Dazai could tell.

He smirked, leaned in to where your noses were grazing one another’s. He spoke in a serious tone, “Just give in (Y/N), you know you want to”, then he went in for the finishing move. He put his bandaged hand softly on your cheek, you unintentionally leaning into it like you had done so many times. You would curse yourself later for showing weakness, but in the moment you could care less.

You could feel your eye twitching, no you had to hang on, just a little bit longer!-

You blinked.

“I win!”

“DAMN IT! Dazai you cheated!”

He leaned back, laughing lightheartedly. “I did no such thing. It’s not my fault you’re a glutton for punishment.”

“No, you cheated! You’re not suppose to touch the other person, that’s the rules!”

“But yet you didn’t mind it. Actually, if I remember correctly, you even welcomed it. Oh, the little things you do that can make a man swoon! Oh (Y/N), you’re going to be the death of me! Not that I mind~”

You were embarrassed and scorned. Whatever, you’ll know better next time, because next time you will win!

“But enough distracting. I believe that someone has a punishment they have to face. One that I’m looking forward too particularly...”

Oh no.

“Wait Dazai! Give me another round, best two out of three?!”

“Nooope. And no takebacks either. Now, let’s get started!”

...

You hated this.

Okay you were exaggerating, it wasn’t that bad actually, but very embarrassing. You picked at your bunny ears, trying to find something to distract your nerves from. You knew that Dazai lived to fluster you at any given moment, but at least you were in the comfort of your own home and not at the office.

But still, the fact that your own boyfriend wanted you to be his personal bunny servant, was embarrassing in itself. One day you’ll beat him in some challenge, or maybe you’ll be smart enough to stop challenging him one day. Whichever came first.

He only had you doing basic things: getting him drinks, fluffing his pillows, getting the remote that was less than 2 inches from him. Just stuff to drive you crazy and rub in the fact that you got bested. Again.

“(Y/N)? Come here for a sec.”

You started to step towards him, when he suddenly called out again.

“You’re a bunny, so I would rather prefer if you hop instead. It makes sense right? Come on, little bunny, do your hop!~”

Oh, Dazai might get his wish in dying by your hands, because you were ready to strangle him. But, you swallowed whatever remaining pride you had left, and did the tiniest hops known to man his way. Oh, you wanted the ground to swallow you whole at this point!

He ate it up too, locking his eyes on your form, smirk all too satisfying. Luckily, you didn’t have to hop anymore. Unfortunately, it was because he grabbed you up so fast and held you still in his lap.

Curse this man for always finding a way to make you nervous!

He didn’t give you time to be lost in your head, as he softly rubbed your cheek in small circles. He loved having you this way, always wanting to admire you at any chance he could, and this was one of the perfect ways to do so. “Why do you do this to me? Make me feel this way?”

You also loved having Dazai like this because of how open he becomes. Seeing how he shields his true emotions from everyone on a daily basis to seeing him let down his guard to you and just you, was an amazing feeling. It was a special feeling, because not many people could and will never experience it, but you were fortunate enough to be one of those who could.

“I should be asking you that. But it’s good that we’re on the same page, because I really do love you, Osamu. No matter how much you drive me crazy or put your walls up, I won’t be going anywhere no time soon.”

He faintly chuckled and just continued to cherish you. He moved to kiss you, gently molding his lips against yours. After a couple more kisses, he leaned his forehead against yours, feeling at peace for once.

When Dazai was with you, he didn’t have to worry about anything. No Port Mafia, no cases, no horrible memories from his past, nothing. You took his mind off of that, and became the only thing that mattered in the moment. You started out as a needed distraction, but then evolved into something much more. You became his missing piece, with him being so lost and not having a purpose for life, you helped him find one.

You gave him a reason to look forward to waking up everyday, being his one purpose to open his eyes every morning and to not stray from this new path that he’s on. He has his moments where he falters, but you’ve always been patient with him, never leaving even after he’s tried to push you away. You were one stubborn person, but it was worth the troubles that came with it.

“I love you more than you can imagine, (Y/N). More than you’ll ever realize. More than what simple words can be put into. You’re everything to me.”

He’s found one good thing in this world, and he doesn’t plan on losing it. Not now, and not ever.

[secretbangtnn]

BTS fic poll | Version 2

Important!Okay so i decided to make another poll, this time it's going to be about one shot. I have a lot of ideas - as you probably have already seen, but i know there are a lot of people that prefer one shots, or one shots series then a whole big fan fiction with chapters that leave you unsatisfied with the suddenly ending plot. Also im still thinking of taking requests so if a lot of people would be interested I could do some kind of post where everything would be described with rules.

Anyway down there im gonna write some of my ideas that were firstly were normal fics ideas that could be one shot or one shots series - with drabbles to them.

You yourself can decide if you prefer it as a one shot or a normal fanfic with chapters +decide which one i should start first (ou can send me ask with your choices or comment )

Ps. All of those fics will have smut in it

Incredible creation | Taehyung (ft. Jungkook)

Greek God au, yandere au, age gap au, slightly incest (they are grek gods you know what crazy shit there is, Zeus do be wildin)

Short summary.

Apollo the God of beauty is sended to earth to get rid of a human that is suppose to be more beautiful than goddess itself. However what if Apollo falls in love with his own creation, gaining an obsession.

Just Us | Jungkook

werewolf au, aplha au, mates au, humanxwerewolf, yandere or not, maybe

(tbh I'm thinking about this more as a series with super long chapters but only a few of them, because there will be heavy plot)

short summary

You lived as an only human in a pack of wolves, knowing that as an alpha daughter you brung only shame. Beaten, degraded daily you accepted that you were worth nothing more than a piece of dirt, so when the strongest alpha announces his visit, you can do nothing but hide in your room. But what happens when you see an opportunity to start a new life, to leave this place while people are distracted - sadly the plan did not go as you wanted, but maybe that's better and the mysterious alfa will show you how much you mean.

Don’t know what to do | Min Yoongi

stalker au, stockholm syndrome au, kidnapping au, age gap au

(I took a little bit of inspiration from the manga”Sachi-iro no One room” but the plot is going to be different.

short summary:

Knowing that getting kidnapped than being abused everyday, you go with a masked man, agreeing with staying in a room while getting taken care of by him. And maybe just maybe, the silent boy is not as scary as he seems.

Love Lies | Kim Taehyung

CEO au, Prostitution au, Hostess au, soft yandere au

short summary:

Making a decision about selling your body was definitely something you did not think you would have ever done. However knowing that fees won’t just disappear you decide to take your friends' offer, and try in this industry. Oh how wrong you were thinking that this job was going to be easy, not when your client is Kim Taehyung, who just loves to lie.

Write to me | Park Jimin

angst, school au, suicide themes, texting (writing on a school deskt)

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You were tired, just tired, not only from living but existing, you started to count - second, days, weeks, hoping that maybe someone will save you. So you tried scribbling on an old school desk, you wrote the message with a mind that no one would see it. What if this one boy does, what if he is the first one to see you. But what if he will be too late to save you?

Artificial love | Jeon Jungkook

android au, social anxiety themes, angst, fluff

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So what if your only friend left, and so what if you yourself know that without him you won’t leave your apartment. Crying over your friends departure you suddenly see funny commercial - thinking its only a stupid game where you make your perfect bboyfriend, you give it a try. Oh how wrong you were, when a big box is delivered right outside your doorstep, and an overprotective android that is programmed to baby you is waiting just inside it, you can’t believe it you just got a whole artificial boyfriend for your awkward ass.

Sea’s Secrets | Jeon Jungkook

Pirate au, slavery au, yandere au, blood and gore

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You were just a little girl when a pirate invaded your small village, seeking revenge from your father who was a proud captain of your kingdom. Being one of the people who survived your life turned upside down, now living as a toy, constantly bought from hand to hand. So How surprised you were when a legendary pirate, dominating all of the seas, bought you wanting just your love.